Fifteen years I raged against the constant C The speed of light, the diagrams and haunted sleep Frozen sheets in bed, my dreams, your garden grace I'
Here I am at home again This rainy avenue Put me in my proper place I'm not the one for you But you're here now, can you come in It's freezing I found
Your socks on the wood floor the moment I'd hoped for I'm terrified to think you might be real I curl up behind you fit my body to yours like a shell
So rapid the raptors, as coursers they came all the scratching and screaming, I barely escaped while the fuel cells they drained far too fast, I am dragged
So rapid the raptors, as coursers they came All the scratching and screaming, I barely escaped While the fuel cells, they drained far too fast, I am dragged
'Twas quite the inky black night All the weather vanes were turning And the constable was burning out his light When low our anchors went down, barnacle
Oh, Roxy, don't you love me? Is it because I'm American? Maybe it's because I don't grope you and your friends Like the fool behind you now dancing halfway
Your socks on the wood floor The moment I'd hoped for I'm terrified to think you might be real I curl up behind you Fit my body to yours like a shell
Have you been up late nights? It's okay, it's just been hard to sleep It seems so in your eyes It's just that work has been getting to me I heard about
Another stupid Saturday, the conversation starts to slur And some sasquatch wookie-boner spilled his Mad Dog down my shirt There's a party-thumpin', booty
Sun falls slowly On our lonely Goodbye bedroom You're my only My last night home is First night nervous Take me over Remember all this 'Til then Please
I'm a snake in the grass Watch your feet, Let me pass. I'm tight and afraid I can't eat, I can't change. And all the little mice Are dancing in sunlight
A man is many things Let's count them all tonight You're letting go of strings Replacing them with light But I want the hit about the teenage take on
Behind a curtain of towering pines, The sun settling red. A city hidden high in the hills, comes out to honor the dead. Families somberly walk through
I?ve been losing sleep for days You?ve been searching through the deserts and the caves Your postcards hit me in waves Sadly stinging me with songs from
"Mr. Mayor, the mission burns the zombies are marching, they close on the square Families are cold, look down at their souls huddled in camps on the old
I was aching, breaking down The bluest guy, the blues had found You came, you gave me Butter Pecan You let me ramble on and on When we walked down the
To the left of me's the sketch you drew And to the right I see that book I lent you To help you through the night The black of charcol on my thumbs But